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[noecebo]

[So she heard everyone was naked? Including her? Well. Ok then. She's in the cafe drinking.

She knows there are plenty of people who'd want to talk to her Apollo Anteres Everyone from her universe, so she just relaxes. And waits. And the smile on her face never fades.]

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[noecebo]

Hmm, hello!

[Grin.]

How are you today, Wuffles?

[noecebo]

For your own good.

[She sips.]

And everyone else's.

[spazzjournalist]

[Oh, Carly's just trying to hide. Anywhere. And maybe get some investigative reporting done while she's at it. Because dear lord, how long has it been since Hardcastle's done what she did, and Carly hasn't really done a thing...

...oh, she's a pretty bad hider, what with the nervous squeaking and all every time someone catches a glimpse of her trying to hide herself behind a ridiculous amount of napkins or something.]

[noecebo]

[Oh, poor little Carly.]

I know you're there.

[spazzjournalist]

[oh my god oh my good oh my god flattening self on the floor behind the counter (the well meaning NPCs let her in behind there apparently) and making quite a bit of ruckus while doing so. Kind of defies the point of her hiding there, doesn't it?]

[noecebo]

Come out.

Carly.